The Broken Rifle
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 11
Back when he said, “I already had some money?” (Chapter 5 first line.). He had ... from his principal occupation ... singer/song writer/bass player in a touring country band ... who shall remain nameless ... residuals that funded his travel and hobbies. This was some years ago ... before Homeland Security was a gleam in a future presidents eye. Drivers Licenses didn’t have pictures on them. False identity documents were easier to obtain and use. And banks weren’t so picky about deposits.
Back in time, Banks generally offered gifts to first time depositors ... toasters, luggage, even gift certificates ... as long as a deposit had the continuing amount on deposit. The ‘rewards’ weren’t made in China ... no ... U.S.A ... and not USA. USA was a manufacturing town in Japan. We had just finished a war with them.
No making a deposit for the gift and immediately withdrawing the balance.
A kinder gentler time. Back when small town kids knew every cop in town by their first name ... there is a codicil to that ... the cop knew every kid in town by name ... and actions.
His agents knew but in acient times, “Don’t say anything,’ meant something ... and a man’s word was his bond.
Ranting ... I know.
You remember last time. They were visiting his daughter and she decided Marion, the Librarian, would make a stepmom.
Marion hadn’t.
Marion had ... but not marrige ... not yet. She was having too much fun. ‘Winter is coming. Let’s see what the old man is like when he hibernates.’
The party at Beck’s was an eye-opener. He wrote some of her favorite music. And he was inventive in the sack. ‘Actually,’ she thought, ‘He was careful of my needs before his. None of my casual college “Romances” were as satisfying.’
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